Goddard’s possible abuse, he was anxious to speak with the man. It was a good motive for murder. While Delaney had not returned any of his calls, Trent decided to drive by his house in the hopes of catching up with him Saturday morning. Luck was on his side. Someone’s car was in the drive and he hoped it belonged to Delaney. Trent parked his Jeep on the street and headed up to the front door. He still hadn’t figured out exactly how we wanted to broach the topic of Elaine’s bruises, but when he did, he doubted he’d get a very welcoming response. Trent rang the bell, and it seemed forever before someone answered. It was Delaney. “Detective Lawson, I’ve been meaning to return your call. I’m sorry, but I’ve been very busy.” The man’s chin tucked in and his shoulders straightened, as if he was preparing to do battle. Delaney didn’t seem remotely contrite. Most people he interviewed were able to come up with a better excuse than that. “Do you have a moment? I just need to ask you a few questions about your brother-in-law.”
